Page 59 of Born to Make You Smile

I shook my head. “No.”

“Shame. For them.” He licked his lips. “Not for me.”

He picked up speed and pressure, and I could feel the ascension of another climax building.

Bowing my back, I let out a loud moan, losing myself in the sensations

He knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't even have to say what felt good. He knew how to touch a woman. He knew how to touchme.

He pushed his fingers against my clit, and my thighs began to shake before him as an intense shock of pleasure rolled through me. I gripped the armrest of the loveseat to stabilize myself.

“Gavin, I'm coming.I’m coming,” I cried out.

My cunt quivered on his expert fingers as my orgasm struck my body, my arms and legs trembling. I yelped loud enough that the entire hotel likely heard me as the most blissful shivers rocked through me in staggered waves.

“Wow.” I breathed.

“You’re magnificent when you come. Your whole body comes alive.” He ran his hands along my hips, caressing my curves. His touch felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. Glancing down, I noticed his thick erection straining through his dress pants.

“It’s your turn now,” I murmured, then with a surge of confidence, I began to unbutton his dress shirt until his whole chest was slowly revealed. I stared at him, mesmerized. His body wasn’t ripped and chiseled but built and strong, with the right amount of softness. He had a patch of dark hair across his chest, trailing down, and I wanted to trace and follow the path with my tongue.

He unbuckled his belt, then opened his pant button and undid his zipper. With each step, my insides swirled with anticipation, my lower body continuing to pulse.

He moved his body up and pulled his pants down. They pooled at his ankles with a jangle, revealing his black boxer briefs and a large bulge pushing through the fabric.

My heart raced, and I swallowed with nervous excitement. I ran my hand over his erection, feeling the silky fabric of his boxers over his hardness. He twitched under my fingers, and a strong bolt hit my sex.

Holy shit, I could have come a third time from touching him alone.

“That feels so good, Grace. Really fucking good,” he muttered with a groan.

I loved how his uninhibited side was breaking free, how he was already starting to lose control.

His cock felt so large I was burning with curiosity to see it. To finally see every single inch of him.

Kneeling in front of him, I put my fingers into the waistband, and he helped me pull his boxers down.

His cock sprang free. His pink shaft was so long and thick, with a gentle upward curve. It was a beautiful sight and so much larger than I thought it’d be.

I couldn’t resist and reached out and gripped his cock, feeling the warmth of the silken skin over his rigid length. I tried to remember everything I’d observed at the club. The way women touched and stroked the men before them. But what if I did it all wrong? What if I couldn’t please him?

“Can you, um, help me? Show me how to touch you.”

My words sounded so helpless, but the gleam of power in his eyes indicated that he had no issue with my lack of experience.

“Of course.” He placed his hand atop mine, and we moved up and down at a steady pace. “Like this.”

After several strokes, he let go and I continued on my own.

“Is this good?” I asked.

He moaned. “Yes. Grip me tighter.”

Holding him tightly, I worked him in my hand. I noticed fluid beading from his tip and was hit with a sudden urge to taste him.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” I said, licking my lips. “I want to suck you.”

He let out a pleased grunt, and I felt his cock pulse in my hand.

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